IPAZ, ANDY WHAROL

AT THE REGOLA

The world to him
Rushes
Every Thursday afternoon
at the Regola
Between the sodden streets
of the Ghetto.
Hiding in the lobby of
an ugly dark church,
Shutting up by few euros
The simpleton sacristan.

Il mondo per lui
 precipitava
tutti i giovedì pomeriggio
alla Regola,
 tra le viuzze fradice
del Ghetto;
si nascondeva nell'androne
di una chiesaccia scura,
zittendo con pochi euro
il sacrestano mezzo scemo.

NITE!! or OVER NITE SENSATION ( Cfr. Frank Zappa)

It was the nite,
Oh, just the nite
of speakin’ toads and sleepin’ princesses
moonshines in cold north wind sky
nite of spring ,of winter, of fall...

Or a strange summer nite…
a nite of vanishing kisses and tears,
nite of flooding rivers, nite
of pain speaking about life.

Oh what a nite! nite,!

Only that nite of impossible love!